DeadPoet’sPodcast
DeadPoet’sPodcast is a poetry-centered podcast hosted by Nisha V Chettri. The title and the phrase “poet and her muse” suggest a focus on poetry, inspiration, and the relationship between a writer and her creative source. Episodes likely feature poetic readings, reflections, and thoughts on the creative process. The show is presented in English and appears to be an independent production.
Episodes
165 years
A poet’s love story in a nutshell.
November
A tale.
Ritu - Seasons
An ode to October chills.
The order of things
To the changing environment and traditions…To the changing order of things!
Banjhakri in Kalimpong’s Spring
A record of what we grew up with, In Kalimpong town.
Farkanna hola.. a song
Farkanna hola aba ma gaye pachi utai tira… A song by John Chamling Rai. I have heard this song over and over until it started resonating with me… it resonated with me so deeply until somebody left… I won't say until someone left me but it was just until someone left my little town and moved to a different city. And I can't describe the pain of departing from someone. It feels like you are just the
War
I have been writing too many opinions lately and have started calling my page Vee’s column. This is one of the episodes and this is my very PERSONAL OPINION.
Nothing Special
Ending my April Hinglish poems with this podcast.
Remember
Dear Love, I would be waiting for one message, And I would be startled by every phone callthinking it would be you. But goodbyes don't work that way. Some goodbyes mean forever. And deep down I know, some days, you too, wake up with a faint memory of us together. I don't know where you are and you don't know how far I have come. But The only thing is, I remember you. Ardently. Everyday. Despite th
If I had a lover
Inspired by the front porch of Coochbehar Palace.
Love Language
Maybe I told you I love you by leaving the notebook by your office space
And maybe you told me that you love me by whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
Maybe, I told you I love you in the silence we both have created
And maybe you told me that you love me by making calls and speaking endlessly.
Maybe I told you I love you with tears when you were departing to a different place.
And maybe you t
Vani
Season 3 of Varinka Poetry is here! Get ready for an unusual blend of prose snippets and storytelling, a departure from Varinka's usual poetry. Love, V.
Absence of War
The battleground was silent,not from peace,but from the absence of war.I laid down my weapons too soon,not because I wanted to,but because I fearedwhat victory might demand of me.Now, the ground is litteredwith the wreckage of unsaid words,apologies turned to ash,and the echo of your withdrawing footstepsstill rings in my ears.I wish I had fought for you,but my hands were too busybuilding walls ev
Last Spring 🌸
Dear Love, I remember you as you were in the last spring You were like a shortbread, crumbling at every bite and had a stable heart. You had eyes like a blazing fire wandering through the forest at night. And I fell into you like water cascading through the waterfall. I remember your hair that shone like a moon and your mole resembling a shooting star. The only way I knew to make a wish was by pla
The Library of Us-2
It started as a harmless tease.Varun would always find a way to sit near her, often commenting on her serious reading choices. She would roll her eyes at his dramatic poetry recitations but never actually stop him.‘You know,’ he said one evening, leaning back in his chair, ‘if you keep frowning at your book like that, you are going to get permanent lines on your forehead.’ he said.Varinka sighed a
The Library of Us-1
The first time Varun saw her. she was sitting alone in the library, lost in a book, her curls were spilling over her shoulder.He wasn’t sure what caught his attention first. the way she twirled her pen between her fingers absentmindedly or how her brows knit together when she was deep in thought. Either way, he was intrigued.Varun had been an assistant professor at Sikkim University for nearly fiv
Dead/Alive
I could say so much but I choose to say, just celebrate ‘being alive.’
Unworthy Love
I have spent sleepless nights trying to learn from my demons that losing sleep this way is not worth it, but the demons arrived every night with assorted ideas.
Some nights they told me that love is worthy of all the fears- but they would eventually chuckle to say that if love is more about losing peace, then it is not worthy at all.
Demon
About those who only give trauma.
Yearn
Yearning
Wish
Wish to forget.
Loneliness
I have started finding loneliness so conveniently,
In the blank pages of my notebook that I stare for long hours,
and in the endless promotional emails that I receive,
Sometimes I casually find loneliness in a town full of people,
Sometimes I find it in the podcasts that I listen to while I walk.
And sometimes I find it in a tiny gap between hope and despair.
Searching for solitude, I have found s
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